(A/N) Oh my god! First fic, so excited! I've always loved writing and This idea has been buzzing around in my head for MONTHS on end now, so really happy to get it up. I apologize for any mistakes in advance, for there are bound to be some here and there. I'm only young, remember. Don't be mean. This story is rated T because I'm paranoid, and for possible (Almost definite.) bad language. Enough blabbering though, On with the story!
Molly winced as she watched the corpse being beaten. Lash after lash from the whip in the man's hand. The man in question, had dark curly hair, ice-like eyes, and a very handsome angular face. Eventually, the man stopped his lashing.
"Remind me what that was for?" Said Molly.
"I'm measuring the development of bruises after death." Came the curt reply.
"Are you wearing lipsitck?"He asked
The man turned around and began to look in a microscope sitting on a table in the morgue.
Molly looked at him, for quite a while at that. After a few minutes, the man looked up from whatever seemed to be so interesting and faced Molly.
"Is there a problem?" He asked coldly.
"W-what? Um, no," Stuttered Molly, snapping out of her daze. "I was just wondering if you would like to have some coffee-"
The man cut her off:
"Black, two sugars. I'll be in the lab upstairs." He smiled, and swiftly left the room.
'Only Sherlock Holmes.' Thought Molly, disappointed.
Dr John Watson had recently return from Afghanistan. He had been seeing a therapist ever since he returned to London. She thought that John was scarred from the war. That he was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. But she was severely wrong. John wasn't scarred from the war. He didn't realise it, but he missed it. He longed to be back on the battlefield. Little did he know, there was plenty of excitement in store for him, and it all started with meeting an old colleague.
John had been strolling leisurely through the park, when he heard a faintly familiar voice.
"John? Good God John is that you?" The voice had said.
John spun around, to face the owner of the voice. Mike Stamford, he and John had gone to college together. They talked for a while and went for coffee. Topics were things like, how John had injured his leg and how Mike had gotten fat.
Then,John brought up something he had been thinking about.
"Do you know where I can get a cheap flat?" John asked. "I'm looking to find a place to stay, and I can't get very far on an army pension."
Mike Stamford had replied;
"I think I know someone just right for you. There's a guy I know who's looking for a flatmate,you know, to split the rent."
"That sounds great!" Exclaimed John. "Do you know where I can find him?"
"I think I know where he is. Come with me, I'll take you to him." Replied Mike. "I warn you though, he's a bit odd."
And so the two men set off to find this man.